Chapter Thirty-Five
“But I can’t walk around the city leashed! People will... people will...”
“You will walk about as I see fit, Jack. And people will think what they care to think. Should they ask, it’s a costume party... we’re attending a costume party.”
“But Halloween is weeks away!”
“In Soho, Halloween is every week,” I sardonically terminate the conversation.
Jack is more than leashed. I have him in his pink toga and after pulling tightly and pressing together the vertical strips of Velcro at the back, the garment is more like a straight jacket than decorative party garb. Alice has designed the garment such that Jack’s upper arms are immobile and thus his hands for the most part useless.
The high stiff neck collar furthers his sense of bondage, holding high his head. And of cour
